I Like to Write From Time to Time
I want to start writing again as i used to.
I can fondly remember those times. The sun would start to set but my emotions would do the exact opposite.I used to have so much hidden inside my heart and it all used to come out in the form of writing. Yes, i would write every evening, without fail. The content would be similar but writing it down would feel so satisfying.
One of those days i was coming home from work and i was on a crowded train. I can vividly recall saying to myself that as the train starts to move from a halt, my fingers start to pen down my overly effervescent feelings. As it keeps on getting faster, my heart would get heavier and heavier and i would feel the ever increasing need of penning down my non existent rather trivial romance.
I don't know if i can still write with that dedication and passion or maybe i won't ever be able to do that. But, i want to start, start writing again.
if anything, it would make me feel less of a useless, dis-compassionate, and rather shallow of a commodity that i have reduced to, in my own eyes.
I can fondly remember those times. The sun would start to set but my emotions would do the exact opposite.I used to have so much hidden inside my heart and it all used to come out in the form of writing. Yes, i would write every evening, without fail. The content would be similar but writing it down would feel so satisfying.
One of those days i was coming home from work and i was on a crowded train. I can vividly recall saying to myself that as the train starts to move from a halt, my fingers start to pen down my overly effervescent feelings. As it keeps on getting faster, my heart would get heavier and heavier and i would feel the ever increasing need of penning down my non existent rather trivial romance.
I don't know if i can still write with that dedication and passion or maybe i won't ever be able to do that. But, i want to start, start writing again.
if anything, it would make me feel less of a useless, dis-compassionate, and rather shallow of a commodity that i have reduced to, in my own eyes.
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